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Broken Sonnets for a Departed Lover - III

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My phone mocks me; shiny screen blank, Exuding smug silence. I deleted your number In a rare moment of honest frank Acceptance; an attempt to disencumber   My life of your memory. Fuck you; And fuck your pathetic need To call me every day, as if you knew I'd one day wait like this, forced to concede   That I can't forget you. Can't force You out of my mind. Remembering the ring

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